Elite Bbc Escort The Housewife

From the outside, Connor and Faith seem to be the ideal American couple. Connor was a wealthy, successful businessman from a prominent family. He had houses in three different cities, half a dozen luxury cars, a closet full of tailored suits, watches that cost more than most people's college degrees. He also had Faith. She was an All-American dream girl, ten years his junior at 24. She was a former college cheerleader turned stay-at-home trophy wife. Connor seem to be the envy of the world with a wife like Faith. She had a model's body with DD breasts, flawlessly sculpted hips and waist and a juicy wagon in the back from years of squats and tennis. Her eyes were an irresistible shade of glacier blue and her naturally blonde hair looked nearly golden when the sun shun upon it.

Of course, they were more to these newlyweds than what met the eye. They didn't just enjoy life of luxury goods, fast cars and lavish vacations. Both Connor and Faith shared a deep interest in unconventional sexual acts. They were no strangers to roleplay, BDSM, sex parties, and all sorts of other adventurous acts. Connor frequently hired female escorts, both to enjoy himself and for threesome experiences with the escort and his wife. Faith mostly put up with her husband's proclivities and wasn't particularly bothered by the occasional romp between Connor and a random hooker or mistress when she was away. Connor made sure to take care of his wife as well and had hired elite male escorts for her on more than one occasion, both for her individual enjoyment and for a threesome with her husband.

Today was different though. It was the couples first anniversary and Connor was showering his new wife with gifts. The one thing she wanted most of all was the fulfillment of one of her favorite fantasies. She wanted to cuckold her husband.

Connor had hired male escorts to give his wife sex his wife before. but this time would be different. It would be a man of her own choosing. It would take place in a hotel room that he paid for, wearing lingerie that he bought, on the anniversary of his wedding. Of course, the whole escapade would be filmed and used as erotic encouragement for the couple for years to come.

Connor of course agreed to his wife's request. He couldn't refuse Faith anything, and he had had plenty of sexual encounters with escorts even during his marriage. It was just a spicy sex act to him, nothing more. He went to his wife one of the most expensive hotel rooms in the city and waited for the male talent with his wife. Faith didn't tell Connor any details about this escort, only to say that he was by far the most recommended man in the city.

Connor wasn't particularly nervous. Elite male escorts who exclusively serviced female clients weren't particularly common, but they were always impeccable professionals with a wide variety of skills and talents. They had to be in such a competitive field with seemingly such a large supply compared to the demand. Whoever Faith chose would undoubtedly be attractive, intelligent, respectful and professional.

The husband and wife waited together in the luxury hotel room for what seemed like an eternity. Connor wore one of his best suits, Faith was wearing a $5000 parka from Hermes, underneath which was the sexiest red lacy lingerie that Connor could find along with a pair of black high heels. Connor was getting a big annoyed by the escort's tardiness, but could smell his wife's pussy getting wetter and more aroused as they waited.

Finally, there was an aggressive knock on the door. Connor rose to answer it. Expecting a well-dressed worldly man in a tailored suit, the husband was surprised at the sight of the talent.

He was a tall, hulking Black man wearing a white tank top, gym shorts and Jordan sneakers. He was several inches taller than Connor, maybe 6'5". He had muscles like an NFL linebacker, maybe even a professional body builder and had tattoos all along his arms, chest and neck. His hair was done in dreadlocks with some blonde tips at the end and was wearing a few gold chains. He walked past Connor and entered the room without saying a word.

Faith was biting her lip and practically quivering while watching the black man enter the room. Connor looked indignant, upset being snubbed by this guest. Male escorts are supposed to be polite to the husband, acknowledge them first, learn their name and the boundaries between them and their wives. This escort seem to have no interest in that sort of thing.

Faith stood up to greet the black man, and gave him a long hug when he reached her. He smacked her ass and grabbed a handful of her booty from over her coat. He had still not acknowledged Connor.

"Baby", said Faith, "This is Jerome. Highly recommended by all your wives friends," she said with a evil chuckle.

"Oh," said Connor. "I was wondering who you were," he said passive aggressively.

"I'm the guy who's going to fuck your wife," said Jerome. Faith was still hugging at this point. "Why don't you go sit down and look pretty for me?" he whispered in her ear. Faith smiled widely and went to go sit on the couch.

Jerome walked over to Connor. The Black man held out his hand and smiled. Connor shot him a dirty look, then reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. Jerome opened up the envelope and counted out the money. There was $4,500 in there, $4,000 for Jerome's fee and $500 for a tip.

"You know what, I think I've changed my mind. I think I've been working too cheap. The rates now $6,000," Jerome japed. "Maybe you should have come with a better tip."

"We had a deal," Connor said.

"You want me to bang your wife? Six g's."

"Baby please just pay him!" Faith begged. "We can nickel and dime about something else!"

Jerome smirked.

Connor rolled his eyes. "Fine forty-five hundred now, the other fifteen later. I'll need to send for an ATM."

"Give me your watch instead," Jerome said.

Connor looked at his wife again. She looked at him back with pleading eyes.

Angrily, Connor removed the $2,000 watch from his wrist and handed it to Jerome along with the envelope.

"Good. Now, beg me the fuck your wife," said Jerome.

"What?"

"Beg me to fuck your wife," Jerome repeated.

"I already paid you! Just do it!" Connor snapped.

"And if I decide to just walk out of here with your money and your watch, you're going to stop me?" Jerome asked.

"Babe please just do what he asks!" Faith pleaded.

Connor sighed. "Please fuck my wife."

"Didn't sound like your heart was in it," Jerome teased as he walked towards the door.

"Baby!" Yelled faith.

"Fine! Please Mr. Jerome please fuck my wife!" Connor acquiesced.

"Go on..."

"Please fuck my wife with your giant black cock," Connor mumbled.

"Better," said Jerome.

"Please make her cum all over your big meaty black rod." Connor said, getting more into it.

"Keep going, white boy."

"Please give her lots of orgasms with your superior black meat!" Connor said, with a tiny boner forming in his pants.

"And where should I cum?" Jerome asked.

"Wherever my pretty little white blonde wife desires," Connor responded.

"Wherever pretty little white blonde wife desires, Sir!" Jerome mocked

"Wherever my pretty little white blonde wife desires, Sir!" Connor repeated.

That's a good little bitch, Jerome responded, then pointed to the door

Connor looked over to his wife, hoping to give her one last kiss before the ordeal happened. Faith had already taken off her jacket to reveal her sultry body. Her massive tits were barely contained by the bright red lacy bra, her tiny thong left nothing to the imagination. Her exposed hips and flat waist look tantalizing as ever, her perfectly sculpted legs were looking irresistible. Faith was already feeling up Jerome when Connor attempted to kiss his wife goodbye.

Faith simply looked at Jerome, then at Connor, then Jerome again. She chuckled a couple times as Connor approached her, hoping to get one last kiss.

"Just get the fuck out of here, babe" she said with a laugh, happy to deprive her husband of her touch.

Connor silently walked out the door with his head to the ground and left the hotel room. He then went to the hotel room next door and opened up the door with another room key.

This hotel was famous for the eighteenth floor "cuck room", which was the room directly adjacent to the biggest suite on the floor. Connor had rented the cuck room for himself and the suite for Faith and her escort. The bedroom to the cuck room and the bedroom in Faith's suite shared a single thin wall, so Connor would easily be able to overhear every dirty little detail of Faith and Jerome's affair.

Faith had given her husband a number of gifts to help him enjoy himself while she was getting busy with Jerome. She left him several pairs of her dirty underwear to smell and wear, as well as a sweaty pair of booty shorts that she had worn to the gym several times that week. She filled the bedroom with plenty of DVD's of interracial porn and cuckold scenes. She also left him a few male sex toys, including a silicon recreation of her booty and pussy, along with plenty of lube. Most importantly, she sent him an email with a secret video that he wasn't allowed to watch until Faith was getting busy with Jerome. From the sounds of her screaming next door, Connor knew that it was very much the time to open that video.

Despite the wall separating the husband and wife, Connor could hear every detail that was going on in the room next to his. He heard Faith's wails of ecstasy. The slaps. The spanks. The rocking of the bed, the banging of their bed frame against his wall. It was like watching a porn scene with full surround sound.

In fact, Connor had to wear a set of noise cancelling headphones just so he could hear what was happening in the video that his wife sent him. The video was clearly taken on Faith's smartphone, the first shot of the video was her turning on the camera, smiling and walking back a few steps and sitting on the bed, swaying her hips with every step. She was wearing a lacy pink thong from Victoria's secret.

"Hi baby..." Faith said as she began the video. Connor could hear her words clear as day, even as some of the screams from his wife getting banged in real time began to seep past his noise cancelling ear phones. "If you're watching this, I'm probably next door getting my little pussy stretched out by the biggest, blacked cock in the city. What a good husband you are to buy your pretty little wife such a good gift! Almost makes up for all those Asian whores you're always paying to stick that tiny little white cock into!"

Faith's words were like a dagger in Connor's ego. He wasn't used to hearing his wife talk like this. She never once insulted his cock or implied he wasn't big enough, even if he was clearly smaller than the Black men in the pornography that they watched and some of the escorts that he had hired for her.

"Anyway, mama's gonna be in there for a while, so why don't you make yourself comfortable? I left you all the panties I wore this week. I even included a little photo of myself in each of them! Go on, open those images in the email I sent you. We're gonna be here a while so why don't you enjoy each one?" Faith said.

Connor caused the video and opened some of the jpgs in the email. One of the pictures showed Faith in a tiny blue thong and high heels, walking on the treadmill in their house. The photo was titled "I-wore-these-two-days-straight-without-showering-;)". The angle of the shot presented a glorious view of Faith's rear from the ground, as if she was a giantess walking away after crushing the viewer with her shoe. Connor pressed the underwear up to his nose and inhaled Faith's heavenly scent while he used his other hand to gently stroke his cock. He went through all of the photos in the email that his wife had sent him, admiring each one and enjoying the scent of each corresponding piece of underwear that came with it. He took out a pocket pussy molded from his wife's vagina and began to pleasure himself with it. Before long, he just couldn't take anymore. He pulled out of the sex toy and let his cock spurt directly into a pair of his wife's panties.

Connor removed his headphones and went to go clean up. To his surprise, he could still hear his wife screaming and moaning next door. It didn't make sense, he had been jacking off for over twenty minutes. Were they still fucking over there? Connor could never fuck his wife longer than a few minutes without blowing his load. Even the professional escorts couldn't handle Faith's body for very long. Were they going for round two already?

Connor cleaned himself off and threw the panties in the bag with the rest of his wife's dirty laundry and tried to watch some TV. No matter how high he turned up the volume, however, he could not drown out the sound of his wife's moaning and screaming, the plapping sounds of her cheeks slamming up against his flesh, the spanking and slurping and slapping that was happening next door.

Connor couldn't believe what happened next. His little weenie began to harden again. Normally he could never jerk off so quickly after cumming, but something about knowing that his wife was getting stretched out by a big black cock just a few feet away from him filled him with exhilaration. He got into bed, threw his headphones back on and continued watching his wife's video.

"Did you like those photos I just sent? Of course you did. Don't pretend you didn't just blow your little load to them. I know you can't help your little peepee when you see my body," Faith said in the video. "I bet all my underwear just smelled heavenly, didn't it? Did you have fun smelling your wife's panties while a bigger, stronger man was up in her guts and enjoying the real thing? Well let me get you in on a little secret baby, I was absolutely soaking wet when I took every picture I sent you. There was moisture running down my thighs when I was wearing every single pair of panties you just blew your load to."

Connor's cock was already fully erect. He never knew he could be so turned on by his wife's dirty talk.

"But I wasn't wet for you," Faith continued. "I was just imagining all the fucked up and crazy things that Jerome was going to do to me." Faith pulled out her phone. She opened up a video on her phone and pointed it to the camera. A sex scene played on the phone. There was a pretty, petite blonde woman in expensive looking lingerie. After a few seconds, Connor recognized her as Erica Powers, the wife of one of his business partners. She was getting absolutely hammered by an enormous, muscular Black man with a cock the size of Erica's forearm. Erica was moaning and screaming uncontrollably, almost crying. She sounded exactly how Faith sounds next door in the present. Every movement of the Black man's body ended with a smacking sound as it collided with Erica's pale beautiful skin.

After letting the video play a few seconds, Faith began looking at the video herself and began rubbing her pussy.

"Fuck yah, this video always makes me cum," Faith said. "Oh come on baby, don't be mad. I'm sure you've jerked off to Erica's tight little body a million times. Now Jerome gets to use her body as a fuck toy himself. And soon he'll be doing the same with my body. And some day, we can cum to the video of that together!"

Faith slid off her panties and pulled out an enormous Black dildo, so large she could barely grip it with one hand. It was a solid black color, reflecting no light. Faith laid back on the bed and moved the dildo closer to her pussy.

"Erica says this dildo is about as big as Jerome," she said proudly. "I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it myself... It's like three times the size of yours. Can't blame a girl for wanting a taste of something so obviously superior, can you?" Faith said mockingly. She then inserted the dildo into her pussy, moaning and simulating orgasm as she did. When she pulled the toy out, it was coated with a generous layer of Faith's juices, making the dildo glisten and shine in the room light. She continued on for several minutes, masturbating with the dildo while orgasming nearly nonstop.

"How many times have you cum so far, baby?" Faith asked about thirty minutes into the video. By this time, Connor had already spurted once more and was lying in a puddle of his own sperm, and was continuing to jerk off for his third. "Why don't you take those headphone off, babe. I doubt Jerome has cum even once."

Indeed, Jerome and Faith were still going at it with the same intensity as before. Connor hit play again.

"Isn't it pathetic that you can't last as long with your hand as he can last with your wife's pussy?" Faith asked mockingly. His wife's taunts just made him harder and more aroused. Before long, he came a third time.

Connor's little cock was completely flaccid and shriveled after his third orgasm. Even hearing his wife's orgasmic moans and watching her fuck herself with a behemoth toy couldn't wake his cock for a fourth round. He put his headphones back on and began watching Netflix, and eventually lost track of time.

After what felt like hours, there was a tap on his shoulder. It was Faith, who had finally finished with Jerome and gone over to his room, apparently going out in the hallway nude and covered in cum.

Faith looked inhumanly beautiful in that moment. She was completely nude, her makeup runny and her perfect body caked with spatters of thick cum on her lips, tits, and belly. Yet her skin was absolutely glowing, so rosy and bright that she looked like she was under a spotlight. She was smiling with her entire face, unable to hide her absolute elation. Her bright eyes looked more radiant than Connor had ever seen. Her hair was slicked back in a messy but sexy arrangement.

Connor, meanwhile, was a mess. He was laying naked in a bed filled with used tissues, dirty underwear, a rubber recreation of Faith's ass and pussy, and a puddle of Connor's own spunk. His cock was tiny and flaccid, asleep from overuse. His skin was sweaty and pasty, while Faith's was bright and glowing.

Connor's jaw dropped at the site of Faith's ethereal beauty, though he retracted away from her when he saw her skin coated in jizz.

"You couldn't shower first?" Connor said in an irritated tone.

Faith sat in bed next to her husband and hugged him, rubbing some of Jerome's jizz onto him. "Oh come on, my little cucky. I know how much you like me dirty," she said with a giggle as she looked over at the panties that her husband had just enjoyed.

Connor tried to pull away. "That's not the same thing!"

Faith did a sexy pout, then rubbed a finger against her tits and rubbed some cum onto her finger.

"Wanna taste?" Faith teased.

Connor just shot her a dirty look. She giggled and put the cum-coated finger in her own mouth.

"Baby..." Faith said with pleading eyes. "He fucked my little pussy too hard. I got a boo boo. Will you kiss it and make it all better?"

"What? No!" Connor said.

Faith hugged Connor even tighter, getting more of Jerome's cum on his skin.

"Pweasseee!" Faith said.

Connor still resisted.

Faith turned Connor's head towards her and forced him to look her in the eyes. He could never deny his wife when her beauty was staring him in the face directly, especially now with the ethereal beauty of her post-orgasm glow. "Pretty please?" she said softly and submissively.

"Ugh.. Fine!" Connor conceded.

Faith smiled, then pushed Connor over so that he was lying flat on the bed with his face up. Before he could protest, Faith lowered her pussy onto his lips and sat on his face.

"Give her a lil' kiss" Faith said. "Fix my boo boo."

Of course, Connor's willpower was all but evaporated when he was in this position with Faith. Her perfect ass hovering over his face and taking up his entire field of vision, the feeling of her cheeks against his, the intoxicating scent of her pussy and her sweat dripping directly over his nose. It was more than he could resist. He puckered his lips and gave a kiss to Faith's pussy lips.